Order 66 (Star Wars, Vol. 4)
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The Clone Wars rage to their bloody climax. Treachery reigns. Treason takes courage. Commandos, Jedi, and the entire Galactic Republic must face the end of life as they know it . . . and the dreaded dawn of a new empire.
Even as the Clone Wars are about to reach an explosive climax, no one knows whether victory will favor the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR) or the Separatists. But no matter who wins, the stakes are highest for elite Special Ops clones like the Republic Commandos in Omega and Delta squads–and the notorious renegade Advance Recon Commando troopers known as Null ARCs. And now even the deadliest weapon may not be powerful enough to defeat the real menace: the apocalyptic horror to be unleashed when Palpatine utters the chilling words The time has come. Execute Order 66. Translation: The Jedi have tried to stage a coup, and all must be shot on sight.
With their faith in the Republic and their loyalty to their Jedi allies put to the ultimate test, how will the men of Omega and Delta squads react to the most infamous command in galactic history?
been an attempted coup, but it’s under control now. You’re free to go anywhere, but the skylanes around the Temple are closed for the time being because of drifting smoke.” His accent was different. He was almost like the men she knew and served with, but not quite. Now she was as sensitive to tiny variations as any clone. “Thank you, Captain,” she said. Her comlink blipped again. She checked it, and it was Jusik: I SAY AGAIN, WAIT UNTIL I COLLECT YOU. Etain was getting annoyed. She didn’t
bu’ad’ika.” “Is Bardan going to teach him to use the lightsaber?” “No reason why it’s a weapon only for jetiise.” Skirata was worried, Fi could tell. There was always that carefully controlled note in his voice that cut off some of the higher registers. “Discreetly, of course.” Fi watched Kad like a Fleet Met storm forecast. He was sure the kid could sense his father in the Force, and if anything happened to Darman, Kad would know first. Keldabe was busy today. It wasn’t Coruscant by a long
keep an eye on Kal’buir.” “Anything wrong?” “Maybe.” Etain turned her head slightly to stare at him. “You’d better finish the sentence.” “One of his sons contacted him to say his daughter was missing.” Etain closed her eyes for a moment. “Poor Kal. He never said. Missing how, exactly?” “I don’t know. I’m waiting for Kal’buir to tell me.” She let out a long breath. It wasn’t so much a sigh as the sound of sheer fatigue and disillusion escaping from her. “I would so like a simple life for us
offspring is trying to bleed you because he thinks you’re rich now, we’ll cut off his—” All Skirata had done to stop Prudii in midsentence was look faintly pained. “You don’t owe him anything, Kal’buir.” “D’ika, he’s my son.” “He disowned you. Your wife wouldn’t let you bring up your kids as Mandos, but they accepted your creds happily enough, didn’t they? Funny how they declared you dar’buir. It was the only Mandalorian custom they ever observed.” Ordo watched the color drain from Skirata’s
his kid, even if he wasn’t sure what a father in his position was supposed to do. Well, he could hang on to that. And he knew what a father’s job was. He’d had what he thought was the best role model in Skirata, although doubts about that now gnawed at him. He checked the incoming transmissions on his HUD. If he chose not to answer on the voice channel—or couldn’t—the data could be stored as text to be read later. Skirata had been trying to raise him on the secure link. Etain had just left a